If I fail, I won't say a word, and I'll acknowledge you are the best fellow.
Let's shake hands, Merriwell, and call it quits for the time being." "That's the stuff!" came from Sam Winslow.

"Now everything is quiet on the Potomac again." Frank shook hands with Snell, and a few moments later the boys began to slip from the room and skurry along the corridors to their rooms, which all reached without being challenged by the sentries.
Bart was filled with satisfaction and delight, and before getting into bed he whispered to Frank, not daring to speak aloud in that room: "That was the prettiest trick I ever saw! And I was delighted to see you rub that fellow.

He hasn't done a thing to me but win every time I have held up a hand against him of late." Frank said nothing, and had there been a light in the room, Bart would have seen that his face bore an expression that was anything but one of satisfaction.
Merriwell did not sleep well during the few hours before reveille.

His slumber was filled with dreams, and he muttered and moaned very often, awaking Hodge once or twice.
"I guess he is still playing," thought Bart.
At reveille Frank was, as a rule, very prompt about springing out of bed and hurrying into his clothes and through his toilet.

On the morning after the game, however, he continued to sleep till Hodge awakened him by a fierce shaking.
"Come, come, man!" said Bart; "turn out.